Ideal growing conditions with heat and plenty of moisture.
The series without an ending. Even after I’m gone, the land will still be here.
I have a box of arrowhead fragments, which the previous owner found during years of plowing and erosion. Through conservation efforts, some of which he started, we no longer lose enough soil to find arrowheads. But the box helps me remember we’re just here for awhile.
I cut the oats with the haybine yesterday. A severe storm blew in Monday morning and flattened the field, pictured below. It flattened the corn as well, but the corn is straightening itself back up. The oats won’t come back up this late in their life cycle, so they would be close to impossible to combine, (removing the grain from the straw). We’ll bale the whole plant instead, and feed it as a forage.
This is definitely not what I envisioned when I started this series. We planted late, the weeds were coming worse than usual, and now the oats blew down. I guess I’m illustrating the Eisenhower quote:
“Farming looks mighty easy when your plow is a pencil and you’re a thousand miles from the corn field.”
— Dwight Eisenhower